Before Felix has a chance to fully parse what just happened, she's got him by the hair again and she rolls back on top of him. His hips buck up against her thigh, and he opens his mouth to compliment her on her victory but the words devolve into a muffled moan that she swallows when she kisses him breathless.

Her questing hand finds the laces she's looking for and the hard bulge that strains against his leggings under her palm. He makes another noise into her mouth that sounds a lot like he'd otherwise be saying 'fuck' as she pulls him out and strokes him; his hips thrust up into her hand, and not knowing what to do with his own hands under this sudden heady onslaught of sensations, he ends up just resting them on the bed on either side of his head.